Gold D Roger Novels & Stories

Clinton said earnestly, looking at Goldie. “Well, Zimmerman, this is the first time you’ve shown so much care toward me. I'm so flattered. It's a pity that you won’t accept me. I’m not interested in Silva so I can only look for the next target. I don't believe there is anyone whom I will get caught up in and can’t break free from. It’ll be better if you don’t say anything, but since you said it, I really want to give it a try,” Goldie replied indifferently. Who was Goldie Rogers?

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.

As I was about to stepped into the comfort room, I heard Roger talking to someone. “Okay, don’t worry no one would knows about it. A drop of that liquid into his food could kill him but the more the better, all right?” “But Roger, just make sure ‘cause I don’t wanna get caught.” There was a loud thud in one of the doors in the comfort room. “Are you gonna do it or not?” “Okay. Okay. Prepare the money, all right?” Roger chuckled softly. “Don’t worry the five million dollars has been with me since I withdrawn it and it’s in my locker now. My offer is a one-time only, do you get it? Can you get my crutches?”

"You're Rogers Reaggan?" Rogers glanced at Ven's dead body before shifting to look at random round and his men. When his gazed landed on the man standing behind Randy Brown, his eyes narrowed. Even though Snake was standing still, there was a menacing and oppressive aura around him. Shifting his gaze back to Randy Brown, Rogers replied. "That's right. Who are you? Why did you kill my man?" The man sitting at the table had an odd smile on his face. "You and Jate Woods crippled my useless little brother of mine, yet you haven't recognized me?"

“How dare you take my money? Disgusting Evelyn.” Roger's speed was so terrible that I didn't have time to react when he darted past me and grabbed Evelyn by the ankle as she jumped up to dodge. Taking advantage, Evelyn kicked Roger in the head and looked to a higher place, swinging her purse. “We just wanted to talk to you properly, but you tried to hide because you challenged me first. Besides, I didn't expect you to keep such a stupid habit. I thought you had to throw it away when someone else stole all the money that year.” Roger's eyes were red with anger; he roared again. “Why do I have to meet you? Pay me back. If I lose even a penny, I won't forgive you."

If his penis hadn't raised its head to remind him, Roger would not have regained consciousness. Roger is famous as the rich billionaire of AL. He has made love to many women, but no one can make Roger feel as nostalgic as Aretha. Aretha was the first woman to make love to Roger and make him miss the feeling for three years. During those three short years, Roger made love to countless women, but none could give him as much satisfaction as Aretha. And now, Aretha once again appeared in front of Roger. He swore he wouldn't let Aretha run away again.

However, not only the richest man, Ray Forrester, sided with Kaze, even the mayor, Johnson Brooks was his ally. How did the punk get this much powerful support? Roger felt helpless. If he could not avenge openly, then he could do it secretly. He immediately rang up Gold Tooth and the call got through soon after. A man in his forties, Gold Tooth was rotating two chrome steel balls in his hand. When he opened his mouth, his golden front tooth granted him an intimidating look. “You want me to deal with Kaze Lee?” Gold Tooth was surprised by Roger’s request. “My men just had a confrontation with the punk this morning and let me tell you, he’s not an easy target.”

Leaving the pack territory wasn’t something we did under two conditions only; it was absolutely necessary or you got kicked out and no one had ever got kicked out, not to my knowledge at least. Mustering my courage, I did what no other pack member had willingly done. Crossing into the woods felt odd like I’d crossed into another world. I was still reeling from that novel experience when I heard someone, a male voice, yell. I raced towards the sound when I saw movement up ahead. In a clearing in the woods, I saw three figures, one was on their knees, and on closer look, it looked like a man clutching at his neck which was oozing blood.

"After a while some random guy showed up with a crowbar claiming he had the drugs.” Aaron's expression changed slightly. "And that wasn't my guy?” "Well, he got your name wrong and asked for the money from me.” Jake leaned back against the chair, groaning from the pain. "I told him I was there only for the pickup and even tried offering him the cash you gave me. But… turns out he already got your guy before me." Aaron arched a brow and dropped down on the seat opposite Jake. He clasped his hands together and leaned forward, letting the silence settle for a moment.

Right as college acceptance letters went out, my golden boy of a brother, Bill Cyrus, spread a rumor that I stole his spot at Braxton University. His only proof was a single paparazzi shot of me standing outside the university gates. Of course, my parents believed him. To protect Bill's precious reputation, they forced me to take the fall. They even threatened to lock me away in an internet-addiction center for good to erase their embarrassment of their younger son—the one who dropped out and ran wild for a year. Watching my own family line up to tear me apart over one massive lie, the last scrap of hope I had for them shattered completely. I stopped holding back. I watched, ice-cold, a